All Chapters of THE RUNAWAY LUNA : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Amara's POV."Mate." We whispered simultaneously.I stood up shakily, staring at him. I wondered what he was going to do to me.He was so darn tall and handsome, I couldn't help but admire him, I could see his muscles from the clothes.He glared hard at me, he looked like he wanted to slap me, he didn't though, he only stepped forward slowly until he stood in front of me, we stood there for a while not saying anything. He looked into my eyes as if trying to figure out something.My wolf pranced around nervously, his energy was subduing mine."Alpha, I've been looking for you." I saw another figure come close, he had light brown eyes.I gasped when I stared at my mate again, he was an alpha???"Who's this?" He paused, staring at me."Aidan, it's my mate." Aidan gasped, blinking repeatedly.I swallowed nervously, his gaze wasn't loving, from his eyes, it felt like he wanted me dead."She's a rogue." He spat.I shivered, his hate towards me was glaring, I don't know if he felt this bond

Dylan's POV.I should be excited that I found my mate, but I wasn't, she was a rogue and I didn't like that.I don't care how attractive she looked, I just didn't like rogues.They were responsible for the pain I had, I still remembered the day my parents died.It was vivid in my memories, when the rogues came and killed them.I had to take over power even though I wasn't ready. I still remembered the guilt in me. I would've done something if I didn't go to a party.Meeting my mate and realizing she's a rogue made me so pissed, I couldn't help but act the way I acted with her.I felt the pull crazily, I wanted to run to her after leaving her in the slave quarters, but I refused, I couldn't do that.I told the head slave to make sure she works, I didn't want her lingering around.I couldn't tell anyone she was my mate, only Aidan knew about this.I knew he wouldn't say anything till I told him to, I sighed ruffling my hair as her face slipped into my mind.Her red hair, green eyes, and

AMARA'S POV I couldn't take it any longer. My wolf was whimpering in pain. I could feel the pain of being rejected even without being rejected. It was much more awful than being rejected, being betrayed. With shaky legs, I pulled myself up and went wherever I was able to go. I wasn't in my right state of mind. My wolf continued to whine in distress and desperation.The feeling of being betrayed by your mate who hasn't even accepted you is the worst feeling ever. For once I felt like going back to Kaden. At least when I was with Kaden only I was the one suffering but being with Dylan is making my wolf feel the misery that it never deserved. Even I also never deserved this kind of treatment. What did I ever do in my life to get all these sufferings in my life? The only thing I ever wanted was a normal life. A mate who loved me dearly and a pack who treated me fairly. But no, the moon goddess must hate me to the core because no one deserved to be treated like dirt. My train of tho

AMARA'S POV When he grabbed the side of my face, I flinched in disgust as I felt cold, uneasy shivers run down my spine. My skin underneath his hard grip felt as though it was under boiling larva, and my legs were trembling so badly that I would have fallen to the ground if the man wasn't cornering me to the sink. "You have such blemish free skin for a rogue..." He whispered as he clutched my chin hard before running his thumb over my lips. I shut my eyes tight as I glanced to the side, wishing he'd just disappear. Feeling this man close to me reminded me of past memories with Kaden. Unlike my mate, his prescence made me feel uneasy, and his touch disgusts me and made all the hair at the back of my neck rise. "Hey!" He suddenly growled and with a gasp I was forced to look at him, and I cried outloud when his fingers digged into the flesh of my cheek. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, you slut or I'll kill you!" "Could you repeat what you said just right now?"I didn't want to

DYLAN'S POV I didn't even bother to touch the message. Even though there was a look of horror on the elders' faces, my face was completely neutral. Infact, I had never been calm about anything as this right now. I have received worse threats, and yet, they all seemed futile and useless. I turn to Barton who had the same neutral expression as I did. The scar a witch had given him during a deadly fight was still there, intimiddating and huge, slashed across his eyes. One thing about werewolves, we couldn't heal the way we did if we were wounded or scarred by witches. We just healed like normal humans, the scar still there to remind us of our past encounter. It was slashed across his left eyes, from the top lid to his cheek, and yet I wondered how he drew the attention of most women in the pack. His hazel eyes were piercing and cold, and his raven black hair shielded most of his eyes. I didn't make Barton head of my pack warriors for nothing. He was strong, resilient and trust worth